Mary Poppins Returns
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It's punk sci-fi, black comedy executed at the level of a vicious high-fashion comic strip; yet it rises above its banalities and leaves an imprint.
The film might sound ludicrous, and it is often funny - intentionally - but it's impassioned rather than some grim joke.
Liquid Sky is an odd, yet generally pleasing mixture of punk rock, science fiction, and black humor.
Anne Carlisle, who stars as both the model and her creepy male counterpart, projects a disturbing and original aura of opaque, ingrained despair.
A bizarre, often hilarious melee of weird drugs, weird sex and off-the-wall camp SF.
[This] film, with a heroine who is sometimes a hero and who is apt to show up in a red corset with matching red-and-blond skunk hairdo, can hardly be for everyone. But the right audiences are bound to appreciate the originality displayed here.
A monstrous, grandiose, often-glorious disco-cum-punk neon gender---- science-fiction singularity.
The film's throbbing music score, trippy effects, and commentary on sex, drugs & (punk) rock'n'roll mark it as a particularly spacey odyssey.
Knowingly kitsch, Liquid Sky uses the most basic effects and featuring music and fashion that were cutting edge at the time, it now looks fashionably retro.
Liquid Sky is one of the forerunners of the quirky American independent movement that exchanged substance for style, and, love it or hate it, is a true original.
Outrageous fun, this film is New Wave chic, satire, self-parody, science fiction, and certainly one of the more accessible independent features ever made.
Capturing the manner and humor of a comic strip about punk culture, Liquid Sky is the brain product of Slava Tsukerman, a Soviet emigre in NY; like the aliens in his cult flick, he explores the exotic pleasures denied him in his native country.
This was meant to appeal to that warhol-ish, "fuck me, im original." crowd. but if this was a book, and it looks like it might have been, then it wouldn't be very shocking at all since the characters talk like the kids in the hall in one of their bitchy, whatever sketches. your brain has to have a hole in it big enough to shove applesauce into with a wooden spoon if you have any hope of knowing what the fuck the movie means. anyway, its nice and pretty. and original and shit... once you see it you'll realize "oh, so Lady Gaga DID'NT come up with the idea for those ugly stupid costumes?"
Completely bizarre disjointed collection of psychedelic scenes can't even really be called a film at least in the narrative sense.
A bit too many rape scenes for my taste, otherwise I would've given this a full three stars. The theme song was awesome.
AMAZING on SO many levels. Costumes that will bring to mind the results of "Project Runway" had they created it in the 80's. A sountrack that will blow your mind (and your Casiotone). And orgasmic seeking aliens! What more could you as for?
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